It’s been a while I felt a sharp-thrusting in between my thighs like
I did yesterday night. I remember clearly the surprise and disdain
widely capitalized on Amaka’s face the day I told her I wanted to
stay off sex for a while but who would have thought I was going to
break my 6 months old celibacy with Papa Seun’s ‘divine sword’!
Papa Seun isn’t my type but seriously, how many ladies with a
voracious sex appetite like mine considers who or who is not a type
when on heat? Mtcheew! Most times, we end up having random sex
with people we never thought we could have it with. Well, not ‘we’,
maybe just me!
Sitting at the edge of the bed and ruminating over it all, I caught
Papa Seun stealing glances at me as if it were some agile man
winking at a sexy female bartender. I shook my head unbelievably at
what I just rode powerfully without an energy drink. Yorubas must
be definitely right about sex and foul spirits. . . There’s nothing
enticing about this man on my bed but I just screwed him or did he
screw me?
I hate to remember the ugly details of my ‘sexcapades’ but this one
just keeps clicking for no reason. The thought of
EIt’s been a while I felt a sharp-thrusting in between my thighs
like I did yesterday night. I remember clearly the surprise and
disdain widely capitalized on Amaka’s face the day I told her I
wanted to stay off sex for a while but who would have thought I
was going to break my 6 months old celibacy with Papa Seun’s
‘divine sword’!
Papa Seun isn’t my type but seriously, how many ladies with a
voracious sex appetite like mine considers who or who is not a type
when on heat? Mtcheew! Most times, we end up having random sex
with people we never thought we could have it with. Well, not ‘we’,
maybe just me!
Sitting at the edge of the bed and ruminating over it all, I caught
Papa Seun stealing glances at me as if it were some agile man
winking at a sexy female bartender. I shook my head unbelievably at
what I just rode powerfully without an energy drink. Yorubas must
be definitely right about sex and foul spirits. . . There’s nothing
enticing about this man on my bed but I just screwed him or did he
screw me?
I hate to remember the ugly details of my ‘sexcapades’ but this one
just keeps clicking for no reason. The thought of Eliza flashed
through my mind. Obviously, that girl must definitely have an eye
defect maybe color blindness. It wasn’t Amaka with Papa Seun but
do I even need to spell it out that it was me? I go iron that girl
mouth one day.
It’s 8.30am, I adjusted the curtains to peep through the
courtyard. It was as silent as a grave yard except for the small kids
running around in their nakedness. That’s my cue, Papa Seun can
now leave my room as everybody has gone about their daily jobs
including the likes of Mama Seun who never takes her bath and the
nosy Eliza who sees the wrong person.
“Papa Seun, come and start going o” I said silently.
Who dares struggle with a mad man, you never know if he has lost
his teeth or if they are still very much sharp.
“Shey time don reach to go ni? Abeg make we do one round join na”
“E be like say something dey worry you o! No be only one round, na
four”
“Nothing spoil na. I am ready for you. You sef know say I be man
na. I dey hear your moans of pleasure yesterday o!”
“Papa Seun, e don do o! I go call you when I come aus for evening.”
I supported him to the door with my hands pushing him forward.
Who go see free meal and no go wan pitch tent for there? I
actually just lied about seeing him in the evening. We definitely
won’t get to see.
I locked the door after him and I hit the showers. I removed my
clothes, staring at the mirror; I stared at myself. Who says
nakedness isn’t a good sight to behold. I firmly cupped my boobs
with my hands, I smiled at how perky they still remain even though
there were days when they were lot perkier than that.
The water sprinkled down my body, and it was so soothing and
sweet but as it runs over my face, the memories of the night
keeps flooding in. Papa Seun is indeed a man; little wonder why
Mama Seun can never let go or behave as if he’s not missing. No
woman ever likes to share her man’s goody sacs with another. And
that was the only good thing about Papa Seun. Everything physical
about the man was boring except that!
He’s 5ft tall, that’s how I managed to stay on top. He’s ugly but
educated, Primary Six School Leaving Certificate; lol at least that’s
what he said! The worst part is he’s got protruding tummy. How can
someone of that body size be nursing a tummy and a whole me just
devoured that piece of bread, ‘Konji’ must really be a bastard!
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“Ojota! Ojota! Ojota!”
Loud voices and bad breaths equals to some Agberos!
With my on point figure 8 firmly enclosed in a Denim trouser and a
long-sleeved crop top, my hair tied into buns and my legs rocking a
black sandal Amaka got me from Dubai, I waited by the road for
an Oshodi bus with a small travelling bag and an handbag in my hand.
The early morning sun was beginning to take a peep at me and I
was impatiently tired of waiting till an exotic car slowed down beside
me. It was Jide, my ex!
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